Hazel POV

I have no idea why the attraction developed nineteen years late. I'd known him ever since I was two, yet had only found him awe striking when I was nineteen. I seemed to always take count of the different ways he styled his purple hair.

Then, one day, I decided to make a move. I knew a lot of people would disapprove, due to the fact I was nineteen and he was only seventeen. But love is love.

"Robin, hi!" I called, jogging up to him.

"Oh, Hazel. Hey," he replied, turning back to picking the ripe, blood red strawberries off the bushes.

"So. What's up?" I asked.

Robin shrugged, his orange Camp shirt wrinkling with the sudden movement in his shoulders. "Nothing much. Sage, you know, he's being real annoying. And Lily. Oh, Lily." I laughed nervously. "Yeah. So. What're you doing next Saturday?"

My future began with those five, simple words: What're. You. Doing. Next. Saturday?

I was twenty one the day of my wedding. Mom and Dad walked me down the isle. Mom kept stopping to wipe away tears. Dad would tell her that they still had three kids left, but then he would mutter to himself that his little princess was growing up.

My wedding gown was everything I wanted. Mermaid styled, bedazzled with sparkling diamonds. My hair was pinned up in a bun, the spider web veil flowing down my shoulder.

Waiting at the alter, were the four bridesmaids, dressed in the magenta dresses. Joy, with her sixteen year old, slender body fitting smoothly within the dress. Christi, eighteen, watched me with happy, excited blue-grey eyes. Charlotte, my childhood friend waved cheerfully from behind her rose bouquet. And Lily swiped away tears of her own.

We split the best man two ways. My brother and his brother, stood dutifully in their crimped black suits with magenta ties. Sage looked uncomfortable, while Jay looked strongly protective.

Mom and Dad handed me away and the night was sealed with a couple "I Do's" and a sweet kiss.

No later then a year, I was pregnant. Oh, Gods, I remember the night I spent in labor like it was yesterday.

Robin and I were having a boy. He liked the name Darrion, but I liked something more simple: Adam.

I was sitting at home, nine months pregnant and sicker then ever. I was flipping through People and munching on pickles and peanut butter. When suddenly, out of the blue, a pain ripped through m abdomen.

"OWWWWW!" I shouted, picking up the phone and stabbing the number. "ROBIN GET YOU FLIPPING BUTT OVER HERE. YOUR SON'S COMING OUT, BUDDY!"

I hung it up and limped to the door. My plaid skirt was wet and my hands shook. Robin drove me to the hospital, me screaming like a woman in labor all the way. But hey, I was a woman in labor.

Robin scooped me up and burst through the hospital doors, yelling, "HELP! MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY!" A nurse helped us to a room, where she gave me the most excruciating shot ever and settled me in a bed. Once the medicine kicked in, I calmed down and just screamed a little bit on every contraction.

Finally, my mom and Christi arrived. I wanted them, along with Robin, in there with me when our child came out. The doctor checked my dilation and decided to speed up the process by sticking a balloon thingy…up there.

It was terrible. Minutes later, worse pain sliced my torso. I felt a dropping sensation and clutched the bed sheets. "Ohhh!" The doctor rushed in and checked me. "The baby's crowning!" he cried.

I moaned and tossed as my legs were spread. Mom kissed my forehead and rubbed my shoulders. "You're going to do great, Hazel. You're going to do great." Christi took one hand while Robin took the other. "Okay," said the doctor. "On the count of three, push. One, two, three." I leaned forward and pushed with all my might. "OWWWWW!" I screeched in agony. I squeezed Robin's hand and saw him cringe.

"YOU THINK THAT WAS PAIN?" I howled, pushing harder. "YOU'RE NOT THE ONE IN LABOR!" "Okay, excellent." The doctor patted my knee. "One more and you've got yourself a son." "SOMEBODY GIVE ME A KNIFE!" I yelled. "I NEED TO KIL MY HUSBAND!" Everybody ignored me. "Push!" demanded the doctor.

I pushed again and felt immense relief. "Okay," I muttered. "I'm good." Robin released my hand and watched with amazed eyes as our writhing, screaming, filthy son was cleansed by nurses. My mother wept into her hands as Christi left to go tell everybody the good news.

Later, the silent baby boy was handed to me. He was wrapped tightly in a blue blanket. His blonde hair was fluffy, like a duckling's butt. His eyes were diamond shaped and colored a sapphire blue. His lips pursed as he studied his parents.

"Oh, my Zeus," whispered Robin. "He's beautiful." "Edward," I murmured, adjusting the top of the cloth. I wasn't sure why I had blurted that out, but it seemed fitting enough. "Edward Jay Underwood." Robin stroked my hair. "It's wonderful. Just like him. Just like you." Giving birth to Alice was much easier. I knew what to expect and asked for an extra dose of painkiller.

Right now, everything is perfect. I have my daughter, my son, my hubby. Nothing could be better!

"Give it!" screams Alice, tugging on the T.V. remote. Like her brother, she has blonde hair, blue eyes and a slender form. Today, she's dressed in a white tank top with a curt hot pink half jacket and black leather pants. Not exactly nine year old material, but hey, who am I to correct my daughter's unique style? "No! It's my turn!" argues her thirteen year old brother, Edward.

Yep. Everything's just perfect. "HEY! Break it up before I chop off all your hair!"

Okay, I lied. This is the last chapter for today! I hope you liked it and don't worry! This is only a short introduction and you'll hear more from her in the next couple chapters! Thanks so much!